Gan Ning stood under a Return Soul Poplar.
There was no one around, because of the Winter Hunting, the small animals in the forest had long since fled, leaving only the ostentatious aura of the ogres in the distance, as conspicuous as a bonfire in the night.
He sighed lightly, took off his mask, and carefully folded his black feathered cloak, putting it away. He replaced it with a plain black velvet cloak, and flipped open a plain-looking Law book.
He closed his eyes and felt the fading presence of his teammates one last time, taking a deep breath. The cold air seeped into his chest, making him involuntarily shiver.
He couldn't help but chuckle self-mockingly, turning to return the way he came.
"Planning to go die alone?"
All of a sudden, a slightly mocking voice came from above: "Just an ordinary registered wizard, do you plan to take on an entire Ogre tribe alone?... You foolishly overestimate yourself."
